Page 1048 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

PROSPERO

No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses [415]
As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
Was in the wrack; and, but he’s something stain’d

With grief (that’s beauty’s canker) thou mightst call him
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
And strays about to find ’em.

MIRANDA
I might call him [420]
A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

PROSPERO

[aside] It goes on, I see,
As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I’ll free thee
Within two days for this.

FERDINAND
Most sure the goddess

On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer [425]
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here: my prime request,

Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid or no?

MIRANDA
No wonder, sir; [430]
But certainly a maid.

FERDINAND
My language! heavens!

I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where ’tis spoken.

PROSPERO